Star Wars Rebels: Teenage Response

Forget

It was morning when Ezra had awoken, when he opened his eyes he found himself with his arms wrapped around his legs as he was sat at the Galley table. He was surprised to get any sleep at all.
He stood up and took a few steps towards the Lounge, but his vision blurred as he remembered what had happened the night before.
Sabine...she was going to rape me. She was actually about to do it...but then she didn't.
It was clear to Ezra that Sabine had very much regretted what she did, when she released him he could only see shock in her yellow face. She had slipped away from him without a word and had left him alone.
Ezra forgave her though. He understood that Sabine had shown him mercy...mercy that The Grand Inquisitor did not grant her when she was in Ezra's position.
There has to be more to this.
Ezra wanted to go to her room and demand answers, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not now. He believed that wouldn't take too long, he was going to have to face her very soon being members of the same crew.
"I forgive you, Sabine", he whispered to himself. "You can just tell me you're sorry and we can forget it".
The ice that had surrounded his heart was melting slowly, Ezra was taught by Kanan that he couldn't allow himself to feel fear or any emotions that would trigger anger in any way. The teenager knew that he was vulnerable to the darkness,  as the Grand Inquisitor had pointed out to him long before.
He took a deep breathe. He remembered the surge of power he had felt last night, he had allowed himself to get a small taste of the Dark Side.
"I won't let it happen a third time", he promised to himself.

Sabine was in her room, as she usually was, when morning hit. She didn't get any sleep at all, she had spent the whole night with her back against the door as she ran thoughts of regret through her brain.
He'll never want to speak to me ever again, what if he tells everyone? What will THEY think? Sabine, you stupid fucking whore...
She wanted to put on her Mandalorian gear, walk out the ship and never show her face to the crew again. Find another Rebel cell, leave her friends without having to abandon the good fight...
She then shook her head at such thoughts, she'd never want to leave her crew like that. Her family! She can fix this, just go up to Ezra and beg for his forgiveness...
Ezra, I'm so so sooo sorry...I'll never do it again...
She'd even let him hit her across the face if it meant he'd accept her again.
"I never meant to upset you", she silently confessed. "I was just...excited. I shouldn't have done it...I'll never do it again..."
She stood up and went to her drawer where she hid all her unmentionables that she had bought from the Lothal black market. She took out her vibrator and prepared to break it in two.
No more sexual related thoughts...or activities.
She firmed her grip on the white device and applied slight force to its ends. The more she thought about what she was doings, the harder it became to increase her applied strength.
Her hormones got the better of her and she released pressure on the vibrator. She miserably placed it back in the drawer.
I can't...I'm too...into it.
Fine, she didn't have to give up her relatively new hobby...she just had to never take it on her crew mates. Ever.
"I'm so sexually frustrated...it's not good for me or anyone else".
Masturbation simply wasn't enough for her anymore, it could only satisfy her urges for so long. The tragedy of her encounter with the Pau'an was that she did find irresistible enjoyment from it. She thought that when she had that small fling with Ezra, it would satisfy her for good.
But it didn't...
She wanted more, it got so bad to the point where she almost raped Ezra.
She let out a long breath and nudged her forehead against a wall.
What am I going to say to him? How am I going to even bring myself to speak with him?

As Ezra walked to the ships Cockpit, he took one long glance at the door to Sabine's cabin. He wanted to go in and talk with her so badly. He managed to brush his hands against the door, but left it alone and sat down at the chair behind Hera's in the Cockpit.
The fields of Lothal were bristling in the morning sunlight. Another day in a chaotic galaxy.
What a time to be alive...
Ezra held his lightsaber in his hands. Some of the pieces were donated to him by Sabine, as well as the rest of the crew, it's unorthodox design was practical though...he had allowed it to also work as a blaster. He studied the lightsaber, mostly out of boredom...but he was proud that it was his to own. Especially since he had built it by himself.
Ezra heard a door open behind him, Kanan walked out of Hera's cabin.
He's certainly had a comfortable night.
"Hey Kanan", the Padawan greeted his master.
Kanan walked into the Cockpit and stood by Ezra.
"Ezra. Did you..uh, feel a disturbance last night?", the master asked his apprentice. "Like...did you feel cold? Something like that?"
Ezra explored the possibilities of what he meant. He made the quick conclusion that he was referring to Ezra's tapping of the Dark Side once more.
Ezra swallowed hard.
"Cold? No, no! I've been pretty warm actually". It was a clear lie, but Kanan didn't wish to probe much further.
"Well, alright. If you feel anything though, anything disturbing? You must let me know Ezra, okay? It could be...dangerous".
Ezra nodded quickly as he started into Kanan's eyes. His master then dropped the subject and he felt slightly relieved.
"So, with our recent mission having...complications...I've decided that we should do something easy today. Maybe do a few milk runs for some refugee camps?"
As Kanan went on, Ezra noticed out of the corner of his eye a fully-clad Mandalorian leave her cabin and swiftly head to the lower level of the ship.
"Excuse me, Kanan...", Ezra said quietly as he went off after the escaping individual as his master continued, having not heard Ezra.